Victim 19

root

Every scar

I’ve ever worn

And in secrecy

Been made to endure,

Is yours darling to profess

*

It is your heart

Covetous and calescent

That has branded me

That has fashioned

Of my fine roots

A marionette

*

The strings

By which I hang

Are both

Noose and anchor

I remember not

The former tenant

Only this waning

Parasitical soul

That is not me

But who dresses

In my flesh

Nevertheless

*

I know

That beneath

The surface lie

The bodies

Of countless girls

Nameless I trace

The cracked symmetry

Of each neglected numeral

Their pine box smiles

Betraying a history

Not confirmed

But soon borne

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This is fictional I have to stop watching such depressing programs